Poetry

Boredom

I sit here
hearing sounds
vowels and consonants
while fishing at clouds
of fluffy daydreams
eyes glazed over.

ROFL-TMI?

That cellphone
has created
urgency
my issue
is more dire
than your life
whatever
I call you
you ignore
I'm angry
you call back
or text me
I ignore
your timely
responding.

Heartache

I am broken
pulsing organs proving
vitality, life remain
even with the vacuum of emotion
the emptiness of thought
desires and passions are fled.
I become a living corpse.

I.

Descending to the depths
of my personal hell

I am
Descending to the depths
of my personal hell

Descending to the depths
of my personal hell

I'm alone
I am nothing

Flames feeding on the skin
the lining of my throat

There are
Flames feeding on the skin
the lining of my throat

Flames feeding on the skin
the lining of my throat

I can't breathe
suffocation

Torturing and twisted thoughts
saturate my mind

Those
Torturing and twisted thoughts
saturate my mind

Torturing and twisted thoughts
saturate my mind

I'm open
I am bleeding

II.

I want to give all
yet giving all
gives none

I want to please all
yet pleasing all
pleases no one

I want to love all
yet loving all
loves not one

I want to tell all.